Hela-Loki's Daughter

Chapter Eight

"Two weeks and still no sign of the avengers, alrighty, I can do this." I told myself as I made a small tally mark on my wooden bed frame.

Yeah, I know. Pathetic of me to start making tally marks but you know it kinda kept me going.

Loki had been trying absolutely everything in his power to get me to be more aquatinted with him.

But really he was just trying to drive me insane as well as to be more like him. But ain't nobody gonna make me do that no way in Hel(a).

"Hela, come on let's go prevarication your magic, you've got a long way to go my dear." He said, sounding like a dad on an infomercial. It disgusted me.

I groaned and said,"How about no, i don't want you to teach me any dark magic Mumbo jumbo."

He sighed and said,"What if we were to-" I looked over my shoulder at him and said,"No."

He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. I had told him time and time again, no before he finally exclaimed,"Fine! Fine... let me have one more chance, please."

I raised and eyebrow, a smirk across my face as I said,"Hit me with you best shot."

He smiled, his not fully lost maliciousness shining through his emerald eyes that twined with my own.

"What if...I teaches you a magic that would let you see Steve and Thor?" He asked, I searched for any search of lie in his voice, my face flat and emotionless.

"ok." I agreed, my voice seemed in some sort of defeat yet my heart filled with butterflies as I realized I'd get to see the father that had raised me and the uncle who cared.

But what a deceiving bliss it was. I did learn the spell, but only through a mirror. It was more so a further then a pleasure, their eyes shined with stress and it seemed as if they hadn't slept since I had been with my father.

"See hela, darling, I gave you what you wanted. I am not all that bad." He said innocently.

I waved my hand, making the image on the mirror fade.

I said nothing. Not a word escaped me as I passed him, my body tense.

I didn't even know I was crying until I felt the hot tears sting in my eyes.

My door slammed shut with a loud bang, my bones back slid against it as I sunk to the floor.

But then, voices....

"Hela, help us, we'll help you."

"Princess please."

"Hela..."

My head snapped up. The years ceased to come as I stared wide eyed at the souls in front of me.

"Get away from me." I warned; I felt like I wanted to scream but I couldn't risk seeing Loki come to my aid, I couldn't be weak around him.

Their saddened eyes bore into my own, pleads continued to spill out of their throats.

"I can't help you, you're dead. How could I-" I started, a spirit pushed through the crowd effortlessly, their face showed no emotion as it reached for my hand.

Our eyes locked together, my hand going to his.

A small smile came to his lips,"Thank you."

Then he was gone, my lips turned into a small smile as a wisp of green smoke went to the window and disappeared.

The souls quickly came to me, eager to get their hands on me. It seemed as if I was their ticket to a new life, maybe even their afterlife.

I had no hesitation as I linked hands with them, my smile growing brighter as more field to me.

Green smoke floated out from my hands after every "TicketSale."

I felt like miracle worker as I worked quicker and harder, the crowd of spirits decreasing by the twos.

Then at last there was only one more spirit. A little girl. Her hair was tied into a bow and she wore a get up appropriate for prom, even through her wispy form she seemed so lovely.

She smiled at me and said,"Thank you princess, thank you so much, now I can go see my mother."

I smiled, taking her hands in mine and then watching  as she disappeared into the  air, no longer a trapped sole.

Lucky her. She was free, but I still, was not.